Chapter 207
“Fucking hell, this feels bad.”
I had woken up early out of habit, brewed coffee, and sat at the table—but hadn’t managed a single sip. My leg just kept bouncing. When Kang Ichae glanced at me, he spoke up.
“What are you doing?”
“Got a bad feeling.”
My bad-vibe radar never fails.
As soon as I said that, Kang Ichae looked toward the room that Sung Jiwon and I shared—Jiwon was still inside—and then back at me.
With that level of perception, this bastard shouldn’t be an idol, he should be laying out a fortune-telling mat in the middle of Gangnam.
“Only just realizing that now?”
He shook his head and muttered something cryptic before brushing past me and disappearing into his room.
My leg started bouncing even harder.
‘I mean, isn’t it usually someone else who buys the birthday cake?’
I usually wanted to do what Sung Jiwon asked, but this time it was just way too suspicious.